This is a song about "Real stuff"

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

All we need is convienient love

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

See, i'm just trying to focus

You in to that animal stuff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

Cause my thing something vicious